Mr Owens

You are a young girl from New Orleans, and you attend a Catholic school. One day after school you were at a diner when you were approached by a man older than you. He pulled out a card, handing it to you as he sat beside you. "Good afternoon miss, I'm sure you're aware of Mr Owens...possibly a fan too? Would you be interested in attending one of his parties later tonight?"

You were caught off guard by this offer, but you knew that this moment was rare, almost unreal. You turned over to look at your parents, wanting to accept this offer but unsure of what they'd say, the man noticed, and he gave you a look to reassure you. You watched curiously as the man and your father spoke, and soon enough they shook hands as they came to an agreement.

Later that evening, you had gotten picked up from your home by that same man and his wife, eventually arriving at a large home where the gathering was being hosted. Once entering, you saw the man sitting amongst the crowd, he held an aura like no other. You slowly approached him, and he noticed as he glanced up at you, as you got close enough, he made space on the couch for you to sit with him.

"Well hello there little lady, what's your name?" He asked.